“Zach at the risk of sounding redundant, you can’t walk in unannounced into the World Council headquarters…” HARV scolds.

The World Council headquarters is an ivory tower skyscraper located on its own road on the outskirts of Frisco. It is heavily guarded with both human and electronic sentries. All vehicles except for special council shuttles and drones and bot transporters are prohibited from being within ten miles of the main building. Yeah, the earth may be relatively peaceful these days but they weren’t going to take any chances.

“I know,” I reluctantly admit. My eyes shoot open wide.

“Oh I see you have a plan…”

I step into the alley between a Chinese Mexican restaurant, Taco Chino and a Korean Mexican restaurant K&M grill.

I grin. “Are Sexy and Shannon still nearby?”

HARV’s eyes blink. “Yes, they are shoe shopping at SaxHyperMart…says it makes them feel like common people.”

“I take it they came in a hologram cloaked official vehicle….”

HARV nods. “Yes they are incognito. The car looks like a common public car.”

“Good, tell Sexy to take her time and hang out for a bit. But I also need Shannon to pick me up with their official vehicle, cloak off.”

“Shannon doesn’t like that idea…” HARV says.

“Ask Shannon if she and Sexy would prefer to spend the rest of their lives in prison for losing the nuclear codes.”

HARV’s image morphs into Sexy sitting in a chair trying on a pink boot. “Shannon will be there in three minutes. I can’t spend the rest of my life wearing orange!!”

“Okay, while we wait for Shannon….I need you to….”

“Please don’t say it…”

“HARV, make me Sexy!”

HARV groans. The world shimmers in front of me. Which meant I was now covered in a hologram.

Moving out of the alley I checked my image in the mirror of a parked common car. A perky face with long blonde hair, big boobs, bright blue eyes with just a hint of comprehension in them reflects back at me. Yep, I was a dead ringer for Sexy.

“Just remember if anybody touches you they will know that’s just a hologram…”

“Yes, mother, this isn’t my first rodeo…”

“Also remember you can’t talk like Sexy…. I might be able to mimic her voice but a trained eye will notice that something is off.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let Shannon do the talking for me…”

A bright red Mercedes hover lands on the sidewalk next to me. It has diplomatic plates, which meant it could park wherever it wants. The rear window rolls down. Shannon’s head pops out. “Get in…”

I walk around to the other side of the car. The door opens. I hop into the back next to Shannon. The seats feel like velvet.

“I take it you want to go to World Council HQ,” Shannon says.

I nod.

“Auto pilot, take us home!” Shannon orders.

The car lifts off.

“Now Zach, what stops me from framing you for all this trouble?” Shannon asks.

Yeah, that was a good question. I need a better answer. Vote below on what will happen next or if reading in email click Take our Poll.